3rdSon - 100 Miles Lyrics

They say He's cut from a different cloth
F*ck Tim Westwood and that Sloth
I Samuel L them like They Tim Roth
Mash dem up, coming like Tim Sloth
My flow darker than a Black Goth
I'm a cheat character from Tek-en, Call me Asteroth
Take a sip of this African's 90s hip-hop broth
Listen and learn for what it's worth
I'm a tall man, but of some girth
That's thick on all counts
My lady, she's thick where it counts
My money too, thick where it counts
Family, that's all that really counts

If I could run 100 miles
I'd be like them twins dem
I'm more like them men's that hold them tings dem
See before rap.. Like the Chris Rock flick
That's b4 Fresh Prince slapped the shit outta Chris
3rd Son you know I don't miss
Just ask these would be MCs
I keep it street cos a grand don't come for free
This that real rap.. this one's from me

Put the rap game in a head lock
And squeeze till the eyes go pop
Have these lanes screaming "What the f*ck"
Been in the game long before some of these lame's balls dropped
I'm at the point now where if I see it I like it, I cop
I write it I record it put it out and don't care if it flop
Just Wait till my album drop,
Just Wait till my album drop,

If I could run 100 miles
I'd be like them twins dem
I'm more like them men's that hold them tings dem
See before rap.. Like the Chris Rock flick
That's b4 Fresh Prince slapped the shit outta Chris
3rd Son you know I don't miss
Just ask these would be MCs
I keep it street cos a grand don't come for free
This that real rap.. this one's from me